Gado-Gado, deep tissues and grief

We’re white hot and we’re moving on.

Before I let the proverbial cat out of the bag (so to speak), a moment of gratitude: I type this diatribe to you from Bamboo Eatery & Bar, right on the beach in Sanur, Bali.

Yep, I’m now THAT person – and let me tell you, it took a LOT to get here. I won’t rub your nose in it, but ‘little Marion’ (aka my inner child) is absolutely BUZZING.

But I digress…that’s not why I’ve gathered you all here.

As one of my ‘day ones’ (legendary Substack subscribers), you get the most AND best of me, which means it’s never just about creativity, but the experiences that lead us back to ourselves, over and over again.

And that’s what this post is all about: how two sides of the same emotional coin got me REAL GOOD today.

In the deepest part of my tissue, there IT was.

I had a rather intense massage yesterday. Not only did the therapist at Chantara Wellness Spa give me the FULL body scrub down and wrap me like a burrito to bake, she also dislodged something I didn’t know was there.

Pure, unadulterated RAGE.

Not the kind of anger that explodes as a direct result of something not going your way, but the kind of rage that works its way deep into your body, only to resurface when it’s safe to do so.

And what was this rage about you ask?